Risk

by Raquel Belle

  I laugh, “That’s just between the girls.”

  “Aww, come on, tell me.”

  “You’re sure you want to know?”

  “Ooh…now I don’t know,” he acts like he’s thinking for a while then says, “okay, tell me.”

  “Um, I told her that that bottle was almost…almost…as big as your cock,” I laugh.

  Jack goes red, “Jeez, Deanna, why do you keep doing that!” He’s shocked, but I think it’s funny as hell.

  “Because it is!” I kiss him again, long and hard.

  Derrick comes up to us and taps Jack on the shoulder, “Upstairs, turn left, third door, guest room,” he winks.

  “Thanks,” Jacks says, trying to suppress a smile, “what’re you guys going to do?”

  “I’ve got Ms. Hottie to keep me company.”

  “Behave,” Jack says.

  “Always,” he replies, then heads back to Charlotte.

  “La chambre? Les hammer du Jacques?” I kiss him again.

  “How much more French do you know?”

  “Not much more,” I laugh.

  “Okay, let’s go,” he kisses me.

  “Oui, mon petit chou,” I get off his lap, grab his hand and pull him with me.

  We get to the bedroom and as soon as we’re inside I shut the door and lock it.

  “Let’s play a game Deanna likes to call—how fast can you get naked?”

  Jack laughs but we both get undressed super quick. I push him down on the bed and get on top. I haven’t felt him like this for too long—his strong muscles under me, his chest, his abs, his thighs. It’s like horseback riding…with a massive dick. “I missed you,” I say.

  “I missed you too.”

  We stare into each other’s eyes for a while. I hate when we’re fighting. I don’t even know if we were fighting to begin with. I just need this. Everything makes sense when we have this. Is that shallow? No, it’s not. We…

  Oh, let’s not get into that now.

  “Kiss me like you mean it, Jackhammer.” He does, just the way I like it, like he’s trying to take a piece of my soul with him.

  I pull away, run my finger across his mouth, just like the first time, and ask, “Is this seat taken?” I see the ravenous look in his eyes and then, “WOO! Helicopter Deanna!”

  He turns me around in an instant and I’m facing his champagne bottle cock with his face buried in my pussy. Oh yes, this feels amazing. It’s really been too long.

  There’s my beautiful cock! It hasn’t been serviced in days—it’s so hard it looks frustrated…and so am I! I’m going to give it what it deserves.

  “YES! EAT THAT PUSSY JACKHAMMER!” Jack devours me like we haven’t been together in a year!

  I lick his cock all around, then spit in my hands and pump him up and down before I take him in my mouth. OH YES!

  I feel him jerk as soon as I do. He groans into my pussy and that makes it even better. I handle him rough and go for his balls. I take each one in my mouth while I work his shaft with my hands. I use a little bit of teeth as I spit them out. From what he’s doing to my cunt behind me I know it’s working. Oh God, I’m on fire!

  I start working my hips and grind against his face. He slaps and squeezes my ass in response. OH YES! I do it again and get another slap. “YES!” He goes deeper. “Oh GOD!”

  Now his mouth is on my clit.

  “YES JACK!”

  I plunge down on his cock, I get halfway…he’s so stiff, so hard, I need to adjust my position. I move back a bit and suffocate him with my cunt, then push him all the way into my throat. I feel him tense. He’s focusing on what’s happening to his cock instead of what he’s doing to my pussy so I grind against his face. He starts up again. I force him down my throat further. Oh God!

  I stick out my tongue and suck him all the way, my lips forming a tight seal. I hear Jack groan and flex. I go for his balls again and use two hands on his shaft.

  He groans into my cunt. YES. The vibrations feel so good. I need his cock.

  I jump up and get on my knees. “GET INSIDE ME!”

  “Fuck!” Jack gets off the bed and looks for his pants, checks the pockets and, “Fuck! No condom.”

  “Just pull out,” I say, “get in here! My ass is in the air and you’re looking for rubbers?”

  “Alright, fuck it,” he grabs me and turns me around so my butt is facing the foot of the bed, then he plunges in.

  “OH GOD, JACK!”

  “Fuck, that feels so good!”

  “YES!”

  “Oh fuck, yes!”

  Each thrust is pure ecstasy. He pounds into me and it feels so fucking good. I should really get on birth control, it’s so much better without a condom.

  “YES! YES! YES!”

  “Shush!” He puts his hand over my mouth and I take one of his fingers in and suck on it. Oh God, this is heaven. These long thrusts, bare, with no rubber…they’re amazing. He could just leave his cock there permanently and I’d be happy.

  I push him off with my butt and turn around, “Come here.” He’s standing at the foot of the bed and I take him in my mouth. I taste myself on him, our juices mixed together. This is amazing!

  I grab his ass and force his cock all the way down my throat till my tongue can touch his balls.

  “Oh fuck, Deanna!”

  I choke on it, gag once and the air that’s released makes the suction even tighter, then I stick my tongue out and suck him all the way. I take a breath and pull him down to the bed. “Get down.”

  When he’s on his back I get on top and start riding him.

  “Deanna…”

  “What?”

  “I—”

  I kiss him hard. Oh. My. Fuck. It’s never been hotter between us.

  He sits up a bit to handle my tits. I grab the back of his head and smash him into them. I keep bouncing. “YES! YES! YES!”

  He picks me up and throws me on my back, then enters me in missionary.

  I gasp. “OH GOD!” I pull his face to me and push my tongue into his mouth. It’s never been this good before. Each thrust is taking me closer. Oh fuck. “Jack, I’m close!”

  He pulls out, puts his mouth on my clit and start fucking me with two fingers. I’m almost about to shatter.

  “NO, WAIT!”

  “What?”

  “Get back down, quick!”

  “No.” He stands, grabs me and throws my legs over his shoulders. I’ve got access to his cock. YES!

  He sticks his tongue into my cunt. OH YES. I take his cock in my hands and start pumping with my mouth. I feel him strain. He puts two fingers in my pussy while he sucks on my clit. OH FUCK. I push him deep into my throat. He starts finger fucking me hard. It’s too much. I’m coming.

  I pump with my mouth, I grab his balls and pull his cock deep inside, he keeps fucking me with his fingers.

  I’m seeing stars, I keep going, I keep going…and then it’s like I’m on autopilot, I’m not in charge anymore, everything is happening and I’m looking at it like I’m a spectator. There’s just electricity and a surge in my brain.

  I force myself down on Jack’s cock and hold just as he shoots his load. I feel it hit the back of throat and I feel him shudder. My thighs tighten around his face. I’m there. It started like rolling thunder, then turned into flashes of the brightest lightning I’ve ever seen. My thighs clench, Jack’s cock spams and jerks.

  I’m not here anymore. I’m somewhere else. I feel gravity take hold and then…nothing.

  When I come back to my senses we’re on the floor. My face is still between Jack’s legs and his are between mine. I roll off him. We’re both breathing heavily. I don’t feel like I can get up just yet.

  I put my hand on his chest. “What the fuck just happened?” I say.

  “I don’t know,” he croaks, “but I’ve never fucked like that in my whole life.”

  “Neither have I,” I say, “sex like that…that’s some pro level stuff. Olympic, even.”

  A minute goes by.
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  “Where are we again?”

  “I think…Derrick’s place in New Mexico.”

  “Right,” I say, “that’s it. Definitely…I think.”

  We laugh.

  I crawl onto Jack and he puts his arms around me. We kiss. We lay like that for a long while.

  “Son of a bitch, that was good,” Jack says, “come here,” he lifts my face and kisses me long, slow and deep. I cuddle up on him, there’s plenty of room, he’s a giant, I don’t have to touch the floor.

  I stick my fingers in his hair, “We did it, Jackhammer.”

  “You did it,” he says.

  “What do you mean?”

  “Deanna, I didn’t want to do the job. If it wasn’t for you, I wouldn’t have. Even if I’d wanted to, the only way we pulled it off is because you got the tickets. The reason we don’t have a target on our backs right now is because you got Alicia involved. The reason we found the flash drive is because you broke the egg. This is all because of you.”

  I don’t know what to say.

  Jack kisses me again. I’ll never get tired of his lips on mine.

  “You know, it could all just be a weird coincidence,” I say.

  “Do you believe that?”

  “I don’t know. But I guess it’d probably be really hard to tell this story to anyone else and get them to believe it was.” We both laugh. I love seeing him smile. I love his face.

  “Yeah, it’s pretty incredible isn’t it?”

  “Understatement of the year, Jackhammer.” We kiss. I feel like I’m home. This is where I belong, in Jack’s arms. Always.

  “You think we should get back out there?”

  “Yeah, it’s not even nighttime,” I give him a peck on the lips and get up, “where are you, clothes?” I say absentmindedly, they’re strewn everywhere.

  Jack laughs. We get dressed and when we’re done, Jack pushes me up against the door and gives me one more long kiss.

  “Stop it, or we’re going again,” I say.

  “You’re telling me!” He pulls my hand to his crotch and I feel his boner.

  “Down boy!” I laugh. “Let’s go.”

  We walk out hand in hand, down the stairs and to the living room. We find Charlotte and Derrick sitting together with the music thumping, they’re laughing and engaged in discussion.

  “Hey! You’re back,” Charlotte says.

  “Beer me,” Jack says. Derrick reaches into a cooler next to him and throws Jack a can. He does the same for me. I lay down on the couch and Jack lifts my legs to sit under me. This feels perfect.

  We spend the rest of the night drinking, talking, laughing and celebrating. We deserve it. We’ve earned it.

  At around 10pm, Jack and I say goodnight and decide to turn in, but not before we make love again…this time slowly…and passionately. Then, we fall asleep in each other’s arms.

  Tomorrow we start our lives together.

  Chapter Forty-Six

  Jack

  I’m roused from my sleep by what, I don’t know. It’s a feeling…a soldier’s instinct. I check my watch for the time, it’s 3am. I get out of bed and Deanna stirs, but she doesn’t wake.

  Something isn’t right. I start to dress and I’m almost done when—

  BOOM!

  I feel the shockwave from a thunderous explosion vibrate through the walls.

  Deanna jumps up, “Jack! What’s the hell was that?”

  “Get dressed, now!” I tell her. “Get all our stuff together and wait here!”

  She starts moving and I go out to the hall. Derrick emerges in his boxers, Charlotte in a t-shirt. They follow me to the control room. I check the screens with the live security feeds. We’re surrounded—there are too many of them to count—and the Otter is in flames.

  “Those fucks blew up my plane!” Charlotte yells.

  “Trying to draw us out or destroy our ride, it serves both purposes,” I say. I turn to Derrick and jerk my head, he nods and goes to unlock the gun safe. I grab the flash drive off the desk and pocket it.

  Derrick throws Charlotte a box of shells and a pump action shotgun—she starts loading it. He comes back and hands me a loaded Glock 9 with two extra magazines. He keeps an AK-47 for himself.

  “Looks like they’ve got someone as good as you on their side,” I say, “I’m sorry, Derrick.”

  “I must’ve gotten sloppy somewhere along the way, it’s my own fault.”

  I hear another BOOM!

  We run to the balcony to check—the front door is holding, but it looks dented.

  “The emergency protocol,” I say, “we’ve got to torch this place. We’re not going out so they’re coming in, they’ll breach that door in two minutes at most. Let’s move.”

  Charlotte and Derrick go to their rooms. I go back to Deanna.

  “What’s happening?” She looks panicked.

  “Trouble, DPS. We’ve got a plan, so stay close, keep your head down and do what I say. Are you ready?”

  “Yes.”

  I give her a kiss. We sling our bags over our shoulders and step out to the hall. Charlotte and Derrick are there already.

  We go to the top of the stairs and form a triangle around Deanna. I’m leading with Charlotte on my right and Derrick on my left. There’ll always be two guns facing the enemy, the third gun navigates.

  We move as one. We’re halfway down the stairs when—BOOM! The door blows inward, ripping a section of wall down with it.

  It lands on the staircase. If we’d been three seconds earlier the door would have flattened us. “Move, move, move!” I say, “We can’t let them cut us off!”

  I’ve only just said the words when two DPS guards enter from either side of the hole in the wall. Charlotte is like lightening, BANG! Chk, chk, BANG! She drops the one on the right.

  I put three in the one on the left, POP! POP! POP!

  We move faster. When we get to the bottom, through the flames, standing twenty feet away…I see Brenner. I make eye contact with him. It’s like he’s seen a ghost. He goes for his sidearm. I don’t wait—POP! POP! POP! He ducks out of the way.

  “Asshole fuck!” Charlotte says.

  We keep moving in a triangle through the living room, Derrick leading us away to the rear of the house with Charlotte and I walking backwards, facing the hole in the wall.

  Three more guards rush in.

  BANG! Chk, chk, BANG! Chk, chk, BANG!

  POP! POP! POP! POP! POP!

  We go for limbs and heads because of their armor. They don’t even get a shot off. I’ve got six rounds left before I need to change my clip. Charlotte reloads on the fly from a pouch on her belt.

  “Almost there,” says Derrick.

  I hear a beep and the sound of a steel door opening, then I see a flashbang being thrown at us before a guard ducks behind cover. I calculate my odds instantly.

  “Grenade!” I shout. I turn and shove everyone through, push the door closed, shut my eyes, cover my ears and crouch.

  BOOM!

  I take the hit. Not all of it but enough. The two and a half seconds it would have cost to go through with them and pull the door closed would mean all of us going down.

  It’s done enough damage though. I’m disoriented. I’m on my hands and knees. The door opens again and I have to crawl away from it, but I’m so messed up I’m falling over.

  I look up and my vision is spinning. The fluid in my inner ear has been displaced. I see Charlotte…she’s firing over me, but I can’t hear it. I just see her spinning. Derrick grabs my arms and drags me. Charlotte keeps going. When I’m through, she steps in and pulls the door closed.

  Then I see Deanna’s face spinning in front of me. She’s touching my face and talking but I can’t hear what she’s saying—I just hear high pitch ringing.

  I blink and try to stabilize myself. Deanna looks like she’s losing it. Charlotte yanks her away. It looks like she’s explaining what happened…telling her to calm down.

  Derrick takes my hand, with his other han
d he counts in my face—one, two, three—then he pulls me to my feet and gets under my arm. He helps me down the stairs. It’s slow going.

  I stumble and lose my footing a few times but Charlotte and Deanna catch me and help. At the foot of the stairs, Derrick leans me against the wall of his workshop. He goes up a few steps and rigs some trip wires on grenades. They’re already set up, he just has to engage them. By the time he’s done my hearing is back.

  “I’m okay now,” I say, “I lost my gun.”

  “Don’t worry, I’ve got more down here,” Derrick replies.

  “Thanks for the save, guys,” I tell them.

  “Thanks yourself,” says Charlotte, “that was some hero shit.”

  “Tactical move,” I tell her.

  Deanna looks nervous as hell. I go to her and hold her hand, “Don’t worry, we’re going to get out of this, you’re doing great.”

  She nods, but doesn’t say anything.

  “How long will the door hold?” I ask Derrick.

  “About the same as the last one. Maybe they’ll run out of explosives before we run out of doors,” he jokes.

  Charlotte rolls her eyes.

  The workshop is the same square footage as the whole of the ground level. He’s got everything from welding equipment to computer parts laying around. It’s massive.

  Derrick leads us to a workbench with a big duffle on it. He opens it up and passes me a gun belt. There’s two Glocks on it, eight magazines and a silencer.

  “That’s more like it,” I say.

  “Thought you might enjoy that,” he smiles, “we’ll take the rest with us.” He puts the bag over his shoulder. You can tell it’s very, very heavy.

  “Where to now?” Charlotte asks, then—

  BOOM!

  The door is still standing though.

  I push Derrick, “GO!”

  We don’t need to defend this position—the grenades will slow them down. We run to a door at the corner of the room, Derrick opens it with his thumbprint. We go through and pull it closed, then we go down another flight of stairs to the server room.

  There are rows and rows of large cabinets with glass doors. It’s cold. There’s a replica of Derricks upstairs workstation in here.

  I walk up to the screens, Derrick turns them on and I find the live feed of the security cameras.